352 been willing to look at each other. They had known it was over. Mr. Munn had walked down the street and across the courthouse square to the jail. They had let him into the cell. He had not known how, exactly, to say it to Doctor Mac- Donald. "Durn it," Doctor MacDonald exclaimed, "just like I said, sitting round so much makes me bilious. It's not natural to a man to be sitting round. And this time of year your blood needs thinning like as not, anyway, I'm sure glad they'll be starting the trial in a few days." Mr. Munn said nothing. " Of course," Doctor MacDonald added, almost cheerfully, "they might decide to keep me indoors for quite a spell afterward. Bilious or not." " You ought never given yourself up," Mr. Munn said bit- terly, not looking at him. " You ought never come down that night. It wasn't necessary. They would have gone away. After what happened." " Hell, Perse, you keep saying that. How did I know what was happening downstairs, hearing that shooting and all? Anything might have been going on, and me in the attic, not knowing." " You ought never come down," Mr. Munn repeated. "Well, I did," Doctor MacDonald said, "and here I am. Only hope I don't stay here too long." "Listen," Mr. Munn commanded, leaning toward him, looking at him now, " I don't know what evidence they got, but I bet they don't nail you. Wilkins is a good man, a damned good lawyer; he's no fool; he'll see to it that jury's not all one way-----*' " Sure, Wilkins is all right, I'm not denying that," Doctor MacDonald said. "But I still wish you'd taken the case. Like I asked." " And have your lawyer get arrested hi the middle of it? They may get me any day. Any day they think they've got evidence that'll stick. WOkins, he'll manage."